(Orlando's POV)
I sat across from my father as he took a gulp from his glass of whiskey.
He'd flown in this morning and called me to head over to his house before I went to work.
He took a long puff on his blunt.
If there was one thing I knew about Richard Steele, it was that whenever he felt like talking, he would.
There was a moment of silence before he finally stubbed out the blunt and faced me. “I called you here because of your PA.”
I wasn't surprised about this. Actually, I had expected it. There were a lot of things that didn't add up yesterday.
The neck bruises.
“What about my PA?” I asked cautiously.
“I'm your father. And honestly, I might not be the beacon of uprightness, but whatever I say or do, it's for your good.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
“It's my job t
